“They won't,” Caitie said, meaning it completely realistically. “They suck at putting stops to anything. They're busier doing dumb things like making up dumb rules and making sure we listen to them to care about things that're actually important. That actually matter.” Not that she thought this was more important than zombies, but if it was something they were dealing with as a community, they should do something about it.
Even though it was dumb to censor people. “Although, it's not really fair to say that they can't talk about what they want to talk about...” she murmured. “That'd be like someone telling us we couldn't have this conversation and stuff, you know?” Or maybe it wasn't, but that's the way it felt to Caitie.
“Awesome taste,” she finished with a definitive nod, taking a drink from her coconut rum and fruit punch.
This whole thing just sucked. Caitie had a sneaking suspicion that it was screwing up whatever chances she did have with Maddie... if she'd ever actually had any, anyway. It wasn't fair that she was being turned into a bad guy for something that she couldn't help but feel. The insecure part of her wondered if Maddie wanted her to move out because of all this, but the selfish part of her really didn't want to. She looked at Maddie and chewed on her lip.
Caitie didn't want a boyfriend. Or rather, there weren't any boys around that she liked. “I don't think there's any boys here I like enough to be boyfriend-and-girlfriend with,” she said simply. “So, I guess it just sucks to be me.” She snorted a laugh.